His Halloween Kisses by Kathy Bosman

Author:Kathy Bosman [Bosman, Kathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Astraea Press, LLC
Published: 2014-10-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Ali found a seat in the grill decorated in contrasting black, red, and white. The padded red seats felt surprisingly comfortable, and she settled back in the corner against the wall, keeping her eye on the door for Byron.

After several long minutes, she ordered a soda and sipped it slowly, watching the entrance the whole time.

Had Byron absconded?

He seemed to regret kissing her every time. She loved it. No one had given her so much excitement. Kissing him got better each time. Every kiss seemed sweeter, more intimate, and sexier. She liked being with him. He wasn’t only eye candy, but he seemed like a really nice person—the way he’d offered to help her with the epoxy clay, working overtime to get it done. She sensed something held him back though. Not physically, but in his mind. What was it? Yes, he may leave if his job remained uncertain, but if she really mattered to him, couldn’t they work around it? Either she could move up to Pretoria to join him or— No! She wasn’t going to move unless she wanted to. Never again.

Why was she even thinking of a serious relationship? She didn’t have time or the desire for the added stress of dating. All her zeal from earlier seeped out.

“Hi.”

She hadn’t seen him come in; she’d bent her head down, deep in thought.

“Hi.” Her heart seemed to stand still. He looked good casual with his cotton shirt not buttoned right to the top and his dark jeans. His hair was freshly brushed, and his face shone. Her throat clogged, and she couldn’t speak for a moment.

He sat opposite her and grabbed a menu which she hadn’t even opened yet.

“I would have thought you’d chosen something by now,” he said with a tease, his one brow raised.

“I wanted to wait for you.”

“You okay?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“What you thinking?” He gave her that dashing, engaging eye contact that made her stomach flip upside down all the time.

“I have a problem.”

“With the clay?”

“No, no…um. Well, I’m not good at dating. I’ve tried it, but after my botched high school sweetheart relationship, I’ve kind of been…well, what can I say? A boring date. A wet blanket. A spoil sport.”

His pupils went large, and he fiddled nervously with the edge of the menu. “I can’t imagine that.”

“I suppose I should be upfront from the start.” Get it out there. At least if he knew who she was, he could turn away straight away, and she wouldn’t be working so hard to keep this mask on. The farce is what made her such a lousy date.

“Look.” He held up a hand. “This isn’t really a date. It’s just friends meeting for supper.”

“Oh.” He’d kissed her again tonight. What did the guy want?

“Well, I’m going to tell you anyway, as a friend.” She hated being psyched up to let something out and then not be able to tell it.

“You sure?” The hardness turned to tenderness.

Her lips quivered at the kindness in his gaze. “I pretty much messed it up with Ewen my last few years of high school.

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